“Ah…”
A soft creaking filled the morning lit hours of the room. Quiet moans and sighs gently echoed between the creaking. Soft light filtered through the small window, falling over two naked bodies tied against one another as they laid in their shared bed.
“Hah...”
Kyle breathed out a moan as Averna press his mouth to his neck. Mouthing over his beautiful skin. Breath warm and enticing. Averna could feel Kyle’s grip against his back. How it would slide up and over him as he laid against the bed against Averna’s rhythm. Hips moved into his body in need. Pleasure dripping from them both.
It had been weeks since they had time to indulge in one another this way. Locked away in the comfort of Val Harbor’s barracks. In the comfort of each other’s arms. Strewn across the bed without any care in the world besides in one another’s pleasure that rolled over every stroke.
He was so close.
With half lidded eyes, Averna stared down at Kyle who laid against the bed. Both their hair a mess. Kyle’s body so heavenly open for him. The way he moved against the bed as Averna thrust into him. It was enough to send him over the edge.
But just barely.
GONG!
It was off beat with the thrust.
Averna barely stopped as Kyle latched onto his arms, digging into muscular cords with wide eyes. His face, once filled with pleasure, stared at Averna with a mixture of alarm and fear.
Averna slowed his thrusts, but did not stop. Sweat dripped down his face as he stared at Kyle. The noise startled him, but he was so wrapped in his own pleasures that he could barely care about anything else. “It—” Averna began. His mouth was a bit dry. It was hard to think straight. “It’s just a drill.” He leaned forward a bit, pushing his weight into Kyle so the other would relax back into bed. He neared the other’s lips. Tongue jutting out to indulge in a kiss.
Kyle, however, did not relax. “Are you sure!?” He squirmed a bit under Averna. Avoiding the kiss. Attempting to escape Averna’s clutches.
“I know it is…” Averna breathed out. Annoyance flitted across his features as he felt his dick exit from Kyle. The momentum of his thrusts were lost, and it tapered to a stop. “We don’t have to go—”
“Are you positive!?” Kyle interjected.
Averna leaned back, relaxing on his knees. Kyle’s legs fell to either side of him and he let his hands rest against both of them. “Even if it wasn’t. We just got back from a Hunt. They won’t expect us to defend against a Dah'ren Mohra—”
“How do you know that.” Kyle interjected again, pausing his squirming to stare at his partner.
Now he was getting irritated. “Because that’s what they told me when I handed in the report.” Averna wasn’t even sure Kyle knew who to talk to in regard to those things. It wasn’t like he ever wrote or turned in those reports. He leaned over Kyle again.
GONG!
He could feel Kyle’s apprehension as the alarm resounded through the room. The way his muscles tensed against the noise made Averna riled up once more. His so gentle flex of his chest. The way his hands balled into fists flexed those beautiful biceps. It felt like he was going insane. He had been primed for this day since they had gotten back from their Hunt. Between the two of them, the tension was palpable during the entire assignment. And it was only because they were working with others that they didn’t take their usual, more unconventional ways to let off some steam. Averna was, in the most base sense of the word, dying. How Kyle could stand to argue with him in the middle of sex was beyond him.
He ran a hand up and down Kyle’s body. Copping a feel or two at how nicely formed that chest was. Thinking about how nice he looked when pulling back the bow in the last Hunt. He was drooling. Literally.
“Come on…” Averna began to frot against Kyle. He needed this so, so, so badly. “Can we at least finish…” He leaned down to press a few kisses to Kyle’s neck. Nuzzling into his hair. Teasing his ear with small bites. Neediness seeped over every inch of Averna’s body and voice. He had hoped it would be enough to convince Kyle to ignore the gong. Hoped that they could at least finish what they had started or maybe go another round or two.
It almost seemed that way. He felt as Kyle’s body relaxed back into bed at Averna’s apparent begging. It was no secret that Kyle felt the same way during the entire Hunt. The way he would touch Averna’s armor. Fingering the codpiece in such flirtatious ways. The crass gestures were so unlike Kyle. To be so forward with his own desires meant that the other was just as frustrated that they had gone so long without any relief. And he was rather pleased that Kyle reclined back in the bed, a small pout forming over his lips as he reached up to run his hands up and down Averna’s body.
Averna reached down. He pulled back just far enough. And just as he was about to reenter Kyle—
GONG!
“What if it isn’t a drill!” Kyle pushed Averna back. He slipped from Averna’s legs, practically falling out of bed.
Averna sat there, completely dumbstruck by the sudden turn of events.
“Are you serious!?” Averna stared as Kyle began to haphazardly throw his own clothes and armor on. “I just—” Averna was about to argue. But what was the point in arguing when Kyle had already set his own fate in motion. Had he not been so pissed, he might have commented on how amazing it was that Kyle was able to throw on his clothes and armor on so quickly. However, he just sat in shock at how Kyle could ignore Averna sitting in bed, completely naked, rock hard, and having just been giving Kyle the best sex of his life (in his humble opinion).
He was pissed.
“Aren’t you going to get ready?” Kyle turned and stared at him, already fully dressed.
Averna’s mouth dropped. “You’re kidding.” He would have laughed if he wasn’t so angry. “You’re seriously going to go?” The look that Averna shot Kyle might have been enough to kill him. When no reply was given, Averna began to grind his teeth together. “I’m not going to go if we don’t need to.”
Kyle met his gaze for a few seconds. Either completely oblivious to how angry Averna was or intentionally trying to ignore it. He didn’t even have a shred of embarrassment on his face. The gall!
GONG!
“Suite yourself.” He turned on his heel and left.
Averna was FURIOUS.
He couldn’t even stare at Kyle as he walked out the door.
“Don’t let it hit you on the way out.” He barely was able not to scream it at Kyle. “Asshole.”
It was impossibly hard for him to calm his nerves after the altercation. He could only sit in bed for a time, trying not to focus on the fact that Kyle had chosen a drill, that neither of them had to attend, over the mind blowing sex they were in the middle of. It was an awful development of events, and as much as Averna was trying to see it from Kyle’s perspective it was becoming increasingly difficult to even come close to reconciling with him. He knew he wasn’t going to get an apology. Which is what made him even more upset. If anything, he was hoping that Kyle would make the effort to make it up to him in another way. Either a nice dinner (doubtful) or being allowed the pillow princess treatment (highly unlikely). One way or another, he wasn’t going to take this lying down… pun not intended.
With a sigh, Averna managed to crawl out of bed. He stood in the middle of the room and stared down at the whirlwind of items strewn across the floor from Kyle’s madness. Clothes and armor sprawled over the floor that were mostly his. Averna did have half a mind to go to the drill to stare daggers into Kyle’s head, hoping that his presence would become a thorn in Kyle’s karmic side. But what good would that do when the clerk explicitly stated that they were on break? It would only make them both get yelled at by the Guild that they were biting into mandated break time.
At least Kyle would get that earful. And Averna could say those beautiful words more satisfying than any apology from his partner.
I told you so.
He smirked at that satisfaction.
Slowly, he reached down to pick up the pieces left from Kyle’s chaos. Truth be told, most of the cleaning was shoving things into a corner or tossing pieces of his armor haphazardly onto the armor stand. Averna was in no mood to clean, and most of his thoughts were being preoccupied by imagining Kyle coming back to Averna with a pathetic look on his face. There might not ever be an apology, but at least he could get some satisfaction knowing that the other would come crawling back to him some way or another. Swimming in these thoughts, he hardly noticed one article of clothing his hand happened upon. Curiously, he bought the shirt up, staring down the heavily stained linen.
It wasn’t his. In fact, it was one of Kyle’s shirts. Filthy in appearance and had a pungent odor. A testament to the long and arduous journey that the two had taken for their assignment. Frankly, it would have disgusted Averna to be even touching it in the first place. It should have been tossed into the corner of the room with the rest of their filthy clothes that still needed washing. He should have turned around and continued to clean up the mess caused by Kyle’s incessant need to be a Hunter. Forgetting all about that nasty shirt.
What he shouldn’t be doing is pressing his nose to the cloth. What he shouldn’t be doing is breathing in Kyle’s sweet and sour smell. What he shouldn’t be doing is wrapping his other hand around his needing dick. What he shouldn’t be doing is closing his eyes and remembering how Kyle looked covered in sweat. What he shouldn’t be doing is walking back to the bed and—
GONG!
The noise wasn’t enough to rend Averna’s thoughts free from his actions.
It was deprave of him. He should have just waited for Kyle to come crawling back with his tail between his legs. Should have waited for later in the day when Averna’s mind had calmed from the anger to pursue pleasure once more. Should have waited for him to be able to indulge in Kyle and unravel him like he did moments before.
But that smell took control of his body. And those memories of Kyle’s sweat glistening in the early morning sun. The way he smelled when Averna buried his face into the crook of his neck after waking up from their long sleep. The bed sheets smelled slightly like him. A bit sweaty from last night. He had taken most of the covers from Averna (he didn’t mind, really). Their hands found one another’s already naked bodies in their half awake state. Kyle had morning wood. Averna somehow didn’t. Neither was sure who started it. But Averna acutely remembered the way he smelled when he pressed his lips to Kyle’s. Burying his head lower into his chest. Taking in his body. Feeling the way Kyle’s hips gently pressed against him. The smell of sex rousing them to a wakeful state.
It was enough to drive Averna back to the moments just before the gong ripped that from him.
He had spent more than enough time waiting. And if Kyle wanted to leave him to his own devices, then Averna will gladly take that opportunity that his partner afforded him.
He pressed the dirty shirt to his nose again as he rushed back in bed. Smelling that so familiar scent. It filled his lungs. Filled his mouth with Kyle’s taste. The strange mix of saltiness against the sweet. Its musky smell wafting over Averna’s mind as he felt his other hand stroke himself. He was already impossibly hard again. It would have surprised him if his mind wasn’t already swimming in pleasure.
Fingers teased the head of his cock. Reminding himself of Kyle’s body. How good he would look on his knees as when pushing him against a tree. Mouthing over Averna’s codpiece in need, burrowing his hands into the crevices of his armor to unhook every belt and latch from him. Tonguing over the thick leather that hid away that precious piece of him greater than any Hunt. How desperate he would get when a belt would get stuck or become too much of a hassle for him to unlatch. The way his tongue would feel over Averna’s cock. Sucking him. Tasting. Teasing. Relishing in the flesh that Averna so readily offered to him. That cutely frustrated look on Kyle’s face when Averna would tease it against his mouth. The way adored Averna’s body. Taking it fully. Gladly. Entirely. Burying his face into it.
“Ah—!” The moan came out suddenly as Averna began to quicken his pace. He bit down against the shirt.
His tongue pressed against the fabric.
The taste reminded him of Kyle’s sweat and blood. How it would roll over his body. How Averna would lean over him and tongue at his neck. Licking up the sweet taste from his body. Lowering himself over Kyle’s abdomen. Mouthing those beautiful muscles. Watching it flex as Kyle would shudder beneath his tongue. Cleaning up the mess that Kyle would make on himself when the pleasure blossomed into totality. How delectable his cum would taste as he lapped up every piece of him. He loved looking up at Kyle when cleaning him. That embarrassment on his face was always a look to behold. So soft and sweet, just like how he would taste and feel in his hands. Kissing every inch of his body. Lapping up every fluid from him. The way his body would flush red at Averna’s need. How Kyle would stare down with that begging look in his eyes as Averna tongued his flesh.
The shirt should have tasted disgusting, but so many thoughts were becoming twisted in his mind.
“F-F-F—” Averna opened his mouth. Relishing in that taste. Relishing in that smell. He bit down on his lip. Needy. Desperate. “K-Kyle…”
Coils of pleasure furled inside of his body. Not as good as it was at the start. But certainly just as welcoming. He huffed in the smell of that cloth. Soaking in every smell. How it furled over his tongue as he stroked himself. All of his senses were swimming in ecstasy as he moaned. He pushed the shirt against his face. Taking in every smell as he stroked himself. He wanted to push it inside of himself. Put it in his chest. Put it over his…
GONG!
It was on beat with the way his hand stroked his cock.
He slowly opened his eyes and stared down at himself. Precum had formed at the tip and dripped slightly over his hand. If Kyle had been here, he knew that the other would have spared a taste. Either dipping his head down to savor his parter or swiping it on his fingers. If only he had been here. If only Kyle had…
He felt so close again. So close to that feeling of pleasure spreading up and over his body. His face was filled with Kyle’s smell. His hand balled into the shirt. He wanted it. He NEEDED it.
“Kyle!” Averna gasped. “Kyle… I—I—!” He was being incredibly rowdy. But he couldn’t help himself. Every modicum of self-respect had been lost to him as he thrashed against the pleasure that fell over his body. Even if he wanted to throw Kyle, he wanted him so badly. He wanted to march down to that drill. To drag him into any spare office or bedroom or closet. To pull Kyle apart and continue where they had left off. To bend him over and do him like a—
"Gh!" Averna bit his lips.
A haze filled his mind as he thought of that smell. Thought of Kyle's body under that shirt. Thought about his mouth. Thought about…
He lifted the shirt from his face.
Whatever. If Kyle was going to leave him here. He didn't care.
He wasn't thinking. In fact, he was doing the opposite of it. But thinking of Kyle. Thinking of that shirt.
It would work fine as a rag. It was filthy anyway. What better use for it now than to—
He heard the door open suddenly. Averna could feel his heart freeze in his chest as he clamped his mouth shut at the moan that escaped his lips. The pleasure came to a screeching halt as he paused the strokes that overcame him. There was a dead silence in the room. And Averna hoped that whoever entered the room wouldn’t notice the Gammoth in the room.
Carefully, he slightly lowered the piece of cloth that covered his face to peek over at the door.
Standing at the center of frame was Kyle. A completely confused and shocked expression was plastered over his face. He was breathing heavily as if from sprinting back to their room. But his face was red up to his ears as he stared at the depravity sprawled over the bed.
“I—” Kyle began. His mouth was left wide open at the sight.
Averna stared at him wide eyes. His face was flushed from pleasure, but that was becoming quickly replaced with embarrassment. He watched as his partner glanced from Averna’s face, to the shirt that was obviously Kyle’s, then down to Averna’s hard and needing cock.
“I forgot—” Kyle began again as he suddenly closed the door to keep Averna’s privacy in tact. “My…” he glanced over to his bow. Then back to Averna. Then back to the shirt. Then back to Averna’s eyes. “I— Um…”
Whatever anger that Averna had left quickly disappeared as he stared down at the filthy shirt that was still balled up in his hand pressed against his face. It was embarrassing. So embarrassing, in fact, that he had hoped Fatalis was real so that it would smite him where he laid.
Kyle took a step forward. Then another one. Walking past the bow he had allegedly come back for.
Averna had hoped it would have Kyle who had a tail between his legs. But as Kyle approached, Averna’s embarrassment only grew as he shrunk deeper into the bed. And once Kyle arrived at the side of the bed, he stared at the shirt in Averna’s hand.
Averna clearly knew that look in Kyle’s eye as he stood there, contemplating something.
His mouth was ajar for a second or two. Then: “Screw this.”
Averna watched as Kyle began to undress himself just as quickly as he had dressed himself early. Watched as he pressed his knee against the mattress of the bed. Crawling up and over Averna. Straddling his waist. Taking the shirt in Averna’s hand and tossing it cleanly across the room. Lips pressed to his in need.
GONG!
Neither of them cared for the alarm that echoed through the barracks. It only helped to hide the moans.